Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.